literally just Kris Deltarune

because i deserved it

Here’s a preview of one art that I haven’t posted to Tumblr. If I reach my goal I’ll post even MORE never before seen Deltarune art for the masses :) I just need the time and space to create for everyone safely.

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

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